Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.